Whistler – Katharine Coles

I might have married a painter, Therefore his mother. A radar Detector, a snow-covered Mountain, a novel By John Grisham not even Out yet. No, I wed The cop directing my rush, Toot toot, a trainer to test Agility, a kettle calling Time to steep. Yes, But I married this bird you must Close your... Continue Reading →

Who Keeps Me Going

you woke up this morning smiling and bouncing never mind last night, it's new mommy in fresh light with the same hair same glasses, same missed matched socks, same puffy eyes you see sometimes, same love that'll try even harder this time with the smile alive only 'cause of you - B. Brown Sometimes, I... Continue Reading →

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